John-Ward Leighton


Photo ©Copyright by John-Ward Leighton
Photo ©Copyright by John-Ward Leighton
I have a cold today
and the wheezing and the sneezing
won’t go away.
I went out for a coffee and a walk
I wasn’t in the mood to talk.
The conversation was all in my head
and there will be no pack drill
for the things that were said.
In this last month or so
I have had some friends pass
on to the other side
and now only the memory of them
can be my guide.
What happens to our inner life
when we leave this mortal coil
does it end like
a cut from a knife?
I see no proof of an after-life
be ye good or bad
you are just gone
and only your deeds live on.
The shell degrades with every passing day
but in my head I’m nineteen
and always at play.
Should we do the right thing
for now or some promised destination?
What was good now can become bad
in histories estimation.
Who is the judge
who is this god in human suit
who is this man or woman
that we all can salute?
Questions for which we are not meant
to have an answer
no matter how much information
we gather.
There is no true cultural myth,
no prayer or message we can send
to obtain an answer.
Where do we go when we reach the end?